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Post by Wyrmwood on Mar 5, 2016 22:26:16 GMT
This newly refurbished and reconstructed funeral home has been in and out of business in Independence ever since the city has been resuscitated. If there is one thing a city has more of than living people it is the dead and everyone needs their loved ones taken care of properly and that is where this particular business kicks in. From the embalming to the actual funeral and burial Shoveled Six Feet Under is there for you. This business has been successfully run by Jack Tyler and son Francis Tyler and have been doing good business. As they say there are only two things that no one can avoid: death and taxes. This privately owned business has achieved fame, if you can call it that, within the community of funeral homes of being one of the best out there and it's even been claimed that people have even come from outside of Independence to have their loved ones' funerals cared for by them. Don't feel shy about coming in for a free consultation as the business is open 24/7 because as they say the dead don't sleep. Haha! (*the owners reserve the right to close the actual funeral home at night or day if they are too busy but someone will always answer the phone and e-mails) Extra Kindred information:This particular place of business can be found right at the edge of town before going into what the Camarilla would call Sabbat owned territory.
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 16, 2016 12:05:28 GMT
A silver van approaches the funeral home, late... its well past dark. It pulls onto the parking area, a ramp falling from the side. What emerges is a rather stunning blonde woman dressed in business attire. Her wheelchair has gold plated wheels, matching gold necklace on her neck. She'd look back into the car and say something, before wheeling her way towards that ramp on the side. She'd pull open the door and roll inside, the familiar scent of decaying flowers and preservatives hitting her nose. She breathed in deeply, drinking in that smell before looking about for someone to speak to.
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Post by Wyrmwood on Mar 16, 2016 14:35:53 GMT
The wheelchaired woman would not have to scour very far to find a representative at the funeral home. Although there is a Caucasian woman somewhere in her thirties walking around she doesn't seem to be the person that you would approach. She gives the woman entering a polite nod of acknowledgment but then goes on about her way doing whatever kind of work one would do at this hour. The mind starts to wonder - preparation of some sort maybe? You'd recall her walking by with a cart of supplies. Perhaps someone is being embalmed? You'd perish the thought however since you are looking for someone to speak to. Thankfully there is a man sitting at the front desk with slight messy red hair and what seems to be an itchy beard as he scratches it for a moment as you approach. Startled or at least taken off-guard the man sort of snaps to attention, not in a military fashion but sooner at though he had been dreaming, and puts on a big smile as he looks at you. "A fine evening, madame. Welcome at Shoveled Six Feet Under where we care for the dead, my name is Francis Tyler, son of the proprietor Jack Tyler, how may I be of assistance to you?"
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 18, 2016 0:27:25 GMT
Lilly tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, offering a bit of a charming smile. "I'm looking to speak to your father...I would like to place a rather large order, one that will require making deals. You see I too run a funeral home, so, can you go get the owner?" Her smile was bright, and her hands were folded neatly in her lap.
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Post by Wyrmwood on Mar 18, 2016 0:52:05 GMT
Francis gave the woman a warm and pleasant smile.
"Oh but I in part owner of this establishment and I believe my father is currently resting. We could go through the details and I can relay them to you. He will then in turn get back to you as soon as possible." It rolled off his tongue so easily that you are convinced this is not the rest time he has had to say something similar to a customer of sorts.
Again he scratched his beard and if you were to take a closer look at it you might see a few small sores or scabs underneath the beard. Perhaps he grows his beard to hide this fact or maybe these are because of the fact he has a beard that is clearly itchy.
"What is your place of business if I may ask, not close to where we operate is it?"
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 18, 2016 18:26:17 GMT
Lilly would nod, "That works, though I'm afraid I'm a bit of a night owl, so if he or you needs to speak to me, it will have to be after dark. I'm afraid I have an unusual allergy." She mused, then would glance to his beard. It wasn't too off to her, she assumed his beard was irritating his skin.
"Its closer to the other side of town, near Clear Profit, if you've heard of it." She'd explain, before continuing. "Mazzi's Funeral Home, and I am the owner Lillianna Mazzi."
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Post by Wyrmwood on Mar 18, 2016 20:18:44 GMT
"Ah good good. That means we are not in direct competition with each other, miss Mazzi." Francis responded jokingly upon hearing they are from across town. He did involuntarily squint his eyes when he heard her mention an unusual allergy she got but decided to not press it. At the end of the night he does not know her or who she might really be affiliated with.
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Meanwhile in the backroom office, away from potential prying eyes, Wyrmwood is watching the video feed of the front desk closely trying to decide and figure out who this woman really is and why she has come over to the funeral home. In his line of work he knows for a fact people don't show up regularly offering deals in this business; not unless they are wanting of special services.
[Would Wyrmwood know anything about this funeral home? i.e is there some common knowledge about this place or can I roll something?]
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"Before I forget, my name is Francis Tyler - son of Jack Tyler who you of course know as the owner of the place. Now, what kind of arrangement would you like to make with us?" He gave her a cordial smile as he typed on the computer behind the desk. Having two tabs open, one to communicate with his sire over IM and one to actually make notes, he starts typing away. First and foremost asking Wyrmwood if he is seeing this and asking about his next courses of action but secondly actually notarizing what Lilly is going to be saying.
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 19, 2016 2:27:56 GMT
[[Sure, roll me int+investigation/computers (which ever is higher), dif 4 to research it online/the news paper]]
Strangely, as Wyrmwood watched the film...he could hear this woman, but all he could see is an empty wheel chair. Where was she? Clearly Francis saw her.
"Simply put I am in need of some specialty coffins, about 12. I'm seeking sturdy ones, my clients have requested something more akin to stone or iron, where as I only deal with wooden." She watched him, carefully, her eyes glancing to a phone in her hand, before she too typed something.
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Post by Wyrmwood on Mar 19, 2016 4:57:24 GMT
[[Both of them are equal in dice pool so rolling 3 dice here. I will be using Computers more than likely.  ]] Francis blinked a few times when she gave her particular order on coffins. "I am sorry but I don't believe we have that kind of artistry on site either. Much like yourself we primarily deal in wood and the like for our coffins since iron and stone are hardly cost-beneficial. I can however see if we could arrange something potentially. Let me type that up." He answered quickly after hearing the proposal. On this computer he typed the rather bizarre request and checked to see if Wyrmwood had written anything. ---------------------------------- Wyrmwood for his part looked at the feed in awe and started to make sure to make multiple copies for safety and future reference. Instead of replying to Francis and potentially making matters word he started to look into this woman and who she might be even going as far as going onto Schrecknet posting about her. In his post he made sure to also attach a short clip of the wheelchair moving about and her voice. Perhaps some of the other Rats knew more about her than him. He will eventually IM Francis saying that she is not human and to proceed with caution. ----------------------------------------------- Francis smiled at Lilly after typing everything up, making sure to stay cordial especially now that he knows she is not fully human. "I have written everything down and I will make sure to have my father contact you as soon as possible. Would you prefer us to contact you at your business or via a private number?"
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Mar 22, 2016 4:52:23 GMT
What he's gets is a wonderful page dedicated to helping families during their hardest moments, and graceful care for the deceased, at Mazzi's funeral home. Her profile there speaks about how she is a self made business woman who is happily married to her husband Marco.
On the Schreknet...you see mentions of her as a contact for all things Necromancy...that's right, there's a lovely "G " sent back to you, indicating her clan.
Lilly would nod and smile, "Of course, of course...we'll discuss. Here is my business card, if I don't answer one of my lovely assistants can take a message. I do look forward to doing business, Mr. Tyler."
She'd slowly back her chair away from the desk, wheeling herself out. "Good evening."
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Post by Wyrmwood on Mar 28, 2016 23:03:33 GMT
Wyrmwood would watch the video of a wheelchair without a person in there wheel itself out of his funeral home with eyes open wide. He still couldn't quite believe that a Giovanni would come to his place. Would it have something to do with the mansion and what they did there? Fuck, if that was the case he could be in quite a bit of trouble.
That particular evening after she had left he would meet with Francis to comfort him that everything was alright. Nothing is going on, this is something they should have anticipated. They wouldn't have been able to have their own place for too long before others would take interest in them,
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A couple of days will pass before Wyrmwood calls the number at around 10PM using a voice as sweet as honey.
"A good evening, apologies for calling at this hour but would misses Lillianna Mazzi be available?"
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Post by Robin Silverbird on Apr 5, 2016 17:25:10 GMT
"Yes, Mrs. Mazzi is in! She's currently eating dinner, one moment."
Lilly was sitting at her dinner table when he called, one of her house maids brings her the phone. Setting down her fork, she'd take the phone.
"Hello, Lilly speaking." She'd pause to take a sip from her glass.
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